DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 14 - Sharing and Confronting

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❝His lips curved into that wicked smile I both hated and—no, just hated.❞

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I stumbled into the Sallow house after Anne brought me back safe and sound. She handed me a shirt of her own, and I held it up, squinting at it.

"Anne, this is too small!" I protested, my voice slurred as I waved it in the air.

She rolled her eyes, snatched it back, and tossed another piece of clothing at my head. "Here, wear this."

I fumbled, nearly catching it, but my intoxicated mind registered only a blur as I bent down to retrieve the green sweater from the floor.

Stripping off my boots, pants, shirt, and bra, I pulled the sweater over my head. As soon as the fabric enveloped me, a warm, familiar scent filled my senses—cinnamon and fire whiskey.

I buried my nose in the soft material, inhaling deeper. A small smile tugged at my lips.

"This smells like Sebastian," I murmured.

"Because it is his!" Anne shot back. "And for the love of Merlin, don't tell him you borrowed it. He'll lose his mind if he finds out you took his favorite sweater."

I nodded sluggishly, already sinking into the bed. Anne tucked the sheets over me, her voice gentle. "If you need anything, just shout."

With that, she left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

The room wasn't large, but it was enough. It was quiet, peaceful. I let my eyes flutter shut, slipping into deep sleep.

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Somewhere in the distance, I heard a faint rumbling. I wanted to wake, but the bed was too comfortable, too warm. I stayed still, hoping the noise would fade.

Instead, it grew closer. The door creaked open, then clicked shut.

Someone was in here. A low sigh filled the silence, followed by a dark, amused chuckle. Slow, deliberate footsteps approached.

Shit. My knife—where had I left it? My boot. But where—

Before I could react, strong hands gripped my shoulders and yanked me out of bed.

I hit the ground hard, my head landing right beside my boots. My fingers instinctively reached back, finding the familiar hilt. In one swift motion, I pulled the knife free, shoved my attacker off, and pinned them beneath me, blade pressed against their throat.

Another deep chuckle.

I hesitated.

Frowning, I reached for the nightlight and flicked it on.

Sebastian. "Sallow!?" I snapped, annoyed.

He grinned up at me, entirely unfazed. "Are you really about to kill me for dragging you out of my own bed?" I blinked, then glanced around. Damn it—he was right. This was his room.

Sighing, I stood and placed my knife on the nightstand before perching at the edge of the bed. "Not that it's any of your business, but Anne brought me here. You were supposed to sleep somewhere else tonight. That was the plan."

I lifted my chin defiantly as he took off his jacket, raking his eyes over me "Yeah, well, Lewis decided to follow his dick as usual. So that plan fell apart."

Rolling my eyes, I switched off the nightlight and burrowed under the covers. "Not my problem. Dick or no dick, you can sleep on the couch," I muttered.